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Grey skies away. Burn ‘em with a flame

Sunny is my goal, but I don’t know her name

I don’t know what to feel or what to resurrect

The sky should be blue, and so should self-respect

All the memories are lost at such a heavy cost

Everything is buried and frozen in the frost

I’m praying for the sun to bring a warm revival

Until the day should come it’s all about survival